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So Near. Yet So Far In Qatar.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On another day…an able Kane
Could have, would have won the game
After all a second pen? Is a cinch, a cert, a doddle?
Alas, the England skipper blew his chance,
Of extra time against a fast-fading France,
To join the ranks of; Southgate, Pearce and Waddle.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Should we spare a thought for Harry Kane?
When it’s his fault, we’re out o’ The World Cup?
What a load o’ absolute bleeding twaddle
An able Kane’ll soldier on to seek great fame
Midst the ranks of Southgate, Pearce and Waddle.
On our plasma screens…as the face of Pizza Hut.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Peace.

Notes

In my umble opinion…Gareth made changes, when he didn’t need to. Ingaland had France, who simply couldn’t deal with Foden or Sako, under the cosh. Sterling and Mount couldn’t get up to speed. If GS was going to introduce anybody it should have been Rashford and Grealish, a lot earlier then he did do. I don’t want to talk about the referee, other than to say…who the fluff chooses these eejits? They’ve been awful…every one o’f them would struggle to ref a Sunday morning game over The Scrubs, here in London. Rant over.

Come on Maroc. The best team to watch (in my umble opinion) through-out the tournament.

Peace.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/so-near-yet-so-far-in-qatar/